Chapter 9 Section 3

The hour hand pointed to nine o'clock at night.I turned on the TV, and now it was the international news. "I'm afraid it will take two days for what you committed to be broadcast." Nanba Shengjiu muttered softly. "Will I not know!" I growled as if venting, "Stop talking nonsense!" Namba sighed and closed his eyes. I took out the cigarette case and shook it, and there was only the last one left.I lit the fire, took a deep breath, and looked around the room, only to see a framed black and white photo hanging on the wall.It was a group photo of a baseball team.Judging from the style of the team uniform, this photo has been a few years old.

"Is that you in that picture?" Hearing my question, Namba opened his eyes. "Didn't you forbid me to say unnecessary words?" "Quickly answer my question!" The blade gleamed.Nan Bo glanced at the photo and replied briefly, "Yes." I went closer and took a closer look.I saw a young player wearing the No. 5 jersey whose eyebrows and eyes resembled Nanbo in front of him, but his figure was much stronger. "You were third baseman?" I asked. "good." "Isn't this filmed in high school?" "It's a university."

Phew, I spat. "You're so amazing that you actually went to college. Playing baseball is quite suitable for you." "I was really lucky, but I also suffered a lot." "You guys are so lucky!" There was a mixture of hate and jealousy in my voice, "How long did you fight after that?" "I won't fight until my sophomore year." "why?" "I hurt my elbow and I couldn't pitch anymore. My original goal was to be a professional player, but it never happened." "That's right, it really relieves hatred! Not everything in this world can be fulfilled!"

"That's what I thought at the time." Nanbo said in a low voice, quietly.His calm demeanor despite being threatened by the knife-wielding gangster made me panic at that moment. "Ah, whether it's baseball or anything else, in the end it's just a game. What about life, life goals, it's not even useful at all." Hearing what I said, Nabo paused for a moment before speaking: "You're right, that stuff is stupid. But I couldn't live without baseball anyway, so after I retired—" "Shut up!" I swung the knife and stared viciously into his face. "I'm not interested in your later experiences, so stop talking about those useless things!"

Facing my menacing posture, Nabo didn't show fear in the application, but seemed at a loss.After a while, the old guy said weakly: "You are really right, those are really useless." He sniffled and turned his gaze to the TV screen.Corruption incidents by politicians are being reported in the news. "It's so annoying to broadcast these old-fashioned things all day long!" I grabbed the remote control on the table and frantically changed the channels. The programs on each channel were extremely boring.Turning back to the news channel I was watching at the beginning, I saw a scrolling subtitle of "Several gangsters with knives robbed the elderly's house in XX city and are on the way to escape" appeared at the bottom of the screen.I leaned over and turned up the volume.

"...Two male thieves pretending to be salesmen broke into the old man's house. They tied up the old man and took away 20 million cash in the closet. The neighbors of the old man Yamada noticed the abnormality and contacted the police in time. The criminal police who arrived quickly chased down the two robbers and arrested one of them a few minutes later. The suspect is named Zhong Daosheng, 21 years old, currently living in OO City, and a clerk of a mahjong casino , All the stolen goods are in the hands of the suspect. Near the crime scene, the police also found a young man holding a walkie-talkie. The police suspect that the man is an accomplice of the two robbers and are investigating him."

Sure enough, Ah Sheng was caught, and even Ah Gao was not spared.I was vaguely aware that my arrest was only a matter of time.The dregs of society like us are not even good at being robbers. The newscaster continued: "According to the confession of the suspect Nakamichi, the other suspect is Feng Serizawa, 20 years old, a clerk at a pinball shop in 00 City. It is reported that some citizens witnessed that the suspect Serizawa is still stranded in XX City... ..." I turned off the TV. There was a dead silence in the room, and even the air was so heavy that I couldn't breathe.The buzzing of the fluorescent lamps was disturbing my mind.I took out the carton of milk from the refrigerator, and didn't bother to pour it into the cup, so I raised my neck and drank it.Then he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and exhaled heavily.

When I came back to my senses, I saw Nan Bo staring at me blankly. "What are you staring at me for?" I said, "Is there something dirty on my face?" "Your... surname is Serizawa?" "Yes, so what?" "nothing." Nanbo shook his head, his eyes fell on the table.After a while, he raised his head secretly again, but as soon as he caught my sight, he moved his eyes away in a panic. He must have remembered, I thought, but immediately dismissed the guess.There's no way the old guy can remember me.After all, he has already done that kind of thing thousands or tens of thousands of times.